The Bunker Ch. 02

All persons engaged in sexual acts in this story are over the age of 18.

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Tuesday morning, my alarm went off at my usual early hour. Jennifer & Sarah both groaned. I told them I they could sleep in a bit longer, but I had to get out for a run. Sarah muttered something about joining her life with a madman, then got up and stumbled to her room to get workout clothes. Jenn wiggled her ass against me, signaling she wanted some morning nookie. As I pressed myself to her, she hissed and grimaced. I Backed off, but she threatened to "get Sarah back in here so she could hold you down while I mount you, which will hurt more. Just pump a load into me baby. We all need this." I did, and then we both dressed for a run. I held back on speed and cut my distance short. Granted, Jenn had been an athlete, but it had been a while. Sarah had once mentioned she was allergic to sweat. Jenn had still winced a few times during the run. I knew she had to be very sore down there. During the cool down walk, I turned to her and told her "whoever said women are weak doesn't know shit about strength." She smiled gently and leaned into me as we got to the showers. We all showered separately.

Jenn had classes all morning. Sarah worked in her office, but sent me an upskirt pic with no panties while I was in my morning class. Of course, I didn't see it until I was between classes. I had an hour gap between my morning classes. One woman came to my office. We talked, she was dressed to entice, but not be ogled. Nice lady, but nothing really drew me to her. I figured it would be cruel to include her if I didn't feel an attraction to her like I did with Jennifer and Sarah. She was sad, but nodded her head and left.

The three of us ate lunch in the cafeteria together. We drew a few looks, but no one said anything, or approached.

After lunch, Jenn hung out near my office doing homework. One young student came in. She couldn't enumerate any reason for me to chose her. She was dressed in a manner a sheltered young woman might consider very provocative. She seemed to be dancing around the idea that her best assets were her youth and looks. Probably because she didn't want to be a sex slave - and who could blame her? She went away frustrated.

Another lady came in , also a student, but a bit older, probably early thirties. In a community college, we get a lot of adults returning to get a degree. She came in showing off her body. Jen was already in my office. Her text message app had bing'd several times. IN knew she and Sarah had setup their own side chat. We had one shared for the three of us. When the lady came straight in and hit her knees, Jenn silently closed my office door, remaining in the room. She perched herself on my desk as the woman pulled my cock out and began licking and sucking on it. I looked at Jenn questioningly, she just shrugged. I found out later that Sarah recommended she watch 'for educational purposes'. Unfortunately, the woman on her knees started crying about two minutes in and couldn't stop. I went limp, because who wouldn't? She left sad.

I went to Sarah's office not long after. We had a quickie on her desk.

Once we had dinner at the house, we played a few card games, then Jenn and I had gentle sex that gave her another load without too much pain. Afterwards, we all spooned again on the queen bed in the master suite.

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Wednesday morning my alarm went off again. Jenn & Sarah groaned. Sarah hit me with her pillow, then stuck it back under her head. Then Jenn piped up. "Just pump a load into me and go for your run. I'll see you in class. Sarah and I can ride in together at a reasonable hour." I think Sarah grunted assent. At least Jen didn't seem to wince this time as I did her in our spooning position. Then I crawled out without disturbing them further.

Three miles into my five mile run a young lady came jogging up from behind to keep pace with me. I heard her steps on the pavement. Then I saw her bounding assets beside me. Then her smiling face pulled along side. Her jog bra must be a true marvel of engineering. I swear she was sporting an E-cup easy.

"Hi.....my name....is Constance......Worthington." She got her breath back for a few strides.

"And what can I do for you, Constance?" I had turned the pace down a bit, and I was capable of going faster than I had been. I had no trouble speaking at this pace, I was offering her a better chance to make her case. Her long, dark brown ponytail swayed and bounced enticingly.

"You know why ..... I'm here......Here's why you......should choose me." She was managing her breathing better. "I'm kinda decent in ...... the kitchen right now.... But I have a friend who's a Mennonite......her and her mother have started showing me.........how to preserve vegetables and fruits.....Her mom is going to show me how.......to butcher chickens, sheep, and deer."

"How far along are you in this new training?" I slowed down a bit more, trying to give her her best chance. She made a very good impression so far. Great looks, had the gumption to come up on me during a run, and working to build a vital skill.

"I'm already good pickling cucumbers two ways." She paused for a few breaths. "and I can make preserves and jam from strawberries." Another pause. "The mother is transcribing all her recipes and kitchen guides to give to me." Pausing again, she looked to see if she was making an impression. I tried to look positive, but we were now four miles into a run. And I'd already cum once this morning. I hope the exertion wasn't translating into something negative. "Before I got started with them, I could already make a cheese sauce from scratch." Breathing pause "You know, for mac 'n cheese, or baked potatoes."

"Do you bake your mac n cheese?"

"Of course. It's the only way to get a crispy top."

"With breadcrumbs."

She made a face. "I'd rather just get the cheese nicely crisp." Pause. "Save the breadcrumbs for meatloaf or breading something to be fried."

"I'd accuse you of some serious stalker shit, but I can't think of a single source you could have found to know in advance I hate breadcrumbs on mac 'n cheese or casseroles." She beamed at me. She had to know she was doing very well.

"So what comes next?"

She looked at me confused for a moment. Then she took the cue. "How 'bout this. I make it to the post outside the gym building first, ....... you eat my sweaty pussy," pause for a breath, "and keep me as a handmaiden."

We were maybe a hundred yards out. "And if I win?"

"You throat fuck me, then keep me anyway you want - or toss me aside, your choice."

I really liked this girl's initiative. "You're on. It's not gonna -" She lit out at a hard kick. I chuckled for a second, then picked up my speed to pace her from behind. At the last minute, I kicked hard, blazing past her. I think she knew from the start I could beat her if I wanted to..

We walked around in the grass outside the gym for a bit, hands on our heads, regaining our breath. As our breathing evened out, she stepped in front of me, and dropped to her knees. "Oh. Nope, not like this. Inside. I have no interest in displaying you to everyone. Or myself."

She got up, and we walked to the locker rooms. She took me by the hand and pulled gently towards the ladies' locker room. "Any guy walking in to the boy's locker room might think he can go for a group, or wait his turn. Any lady walking in will turn around and walk out. Or wait her turn if she realizes you're a selectee."

"You might be selling some of the boys short. Not all of them, but some."

She led me to a bench in the ladies' locker room and settled herself on it. She grabbed me by the hips and pulled me in front of her, her eyes level with my waistband. She took a deep breath and slid my shorts down, letting them drop. They caught on my knees. She leaned forward and inhaled deeply of the aromas coming off my pelvis. My cock had already grown to half-size. She took a lick and hummed. She took my balls into her mouth with no hesitation. I really oughta shave those. This was not going to be the last time a lady chose to give me a tongue bath. I stiffened and grew as she suckled and licked. She looked up to see the results of her efforts. Then she dove on my cock. She took me all the way to her tonsils. She didn't retch, or balk, but she couldn't go further. She sealed her lips on me and suckled, licking all along my length as she held me in her mouth. She drew back slowly, then lunged forward. She was doing a good job, but my legs were tired, and that was getting in the way of my enjoyment.

I pulled her head back until she popped off my cock. She looked up at me questioningly. "That feels really good, but my legs are getting a bit wobbly." I pulled her to her feet. She took the cue and lifted her sweaty stained shirt up and off, exposing her sopping wet jog bra straining to contain her massive breasts. Then she grabbed the bottom hem of the bra and pulled up. The boob drop was magnificent. First one, then the other. Releasing at different times, they bounced separately, in counterpoint. I may be replaying that in my mind when I'm an invalid. She got caught up getting it off for a moment, but only a moment. I stepped in after she could see again, her eyes locked on mine. I lifted my hands to support her lush breasts, softly working my fingers in her flesh. She seemed stuck between a demure "Oh my god he's touching my tits" and a proud "Yeah boy, you know you want 'em." I moved to the bench, both of us straddling the bench, facing each other. I lowered my head and lifted her breasts, first kissing the upper slopes, then kissing each nipple. I pushed her onto her back on the bench. I kissed at her rib cage. I kissed, licked, and suckled her tummy. I licked the salt out of her belly button. Kissed her mons. She was smooth shaven all over. The heat from our exertions amped up her scent, maybe it kicked out some extra pheromones or something, I just knew I had to taste her. I had to show her I wanted her around for the long haul. I dove face first into her bald muff, licking suckling, lightly nibbling. I heard her sharply inhale as I latched on to her nethers.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck. Oh fuck that's good. MMMMMmmmm." The rest devolved into pants and moans. Over the next several minutes, her sounds indicated her rising pleasure.

I released her labia and moved up her body. She whimpered at the release, but quickly recognized I was moving up and why. She pulled her legs up, knees back, near her breasts, lower leg dangling. I paused at her breasts to nibble and lick at her underboob. She hissed in pleasure. I positioned my torso over hers, my face looking down at her, my cock nestled at her entrance. And waited. Just as her panting evened out, I thrust forward.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!"

I could feel her convulse around me. I was only about halfway in, but her spasming vaginal muscles were not allowing any further penetration. She rode out her pleasure, then settle back. "Older men are definitely better than boys." I laughed, then plunged forward. She grunted happily. "Fuck yeah baby, give it to me." I worked steadily in and out, picking up my pace until I was hammering my hips into the backs of her thighs. She grunted with each thrust, her hands grasping my arms with a death grp, as though she were afraid I would stop or leave. I built up rapidly until I finally exploded in her. I managed not to completely collapse on her. Partly because she put her hands on my shoulders to help steady me.

"So you won the race. Are you tossing me away, or am I your little fuck puppet now?"

"NO way in hell I'd leave you behind. And you came first with skills, not fucking. You're a handmaiden."

"But - "

"A friendly game is one thing, this is real life kitten. I have a low opinion of the asshats who came up with this caste system shit." If I could, none of the women I'd chose would be classed as slaves."

"You have to choose one as slave. Seriously, I'd be fine with - "

"No." I didn't shout or scowl. The firmness in my voice was enough stop her.

We stepped into a shower stall together. We soaped and rinsed each other, taking time for some light fondling, but no more. We exchanged cell numbers. She initially thought she had to stick with me, but I reminded her that was only slaves, or women who had not yet consummated the attachment. She left for her morning classes.

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In my morning gen ed class (the one Jennifer is in) I used a venturi plate to discuss adiabatic expansion and how the cooling effect could be used to remove moisture from the air - a useful step to keep humidity from messing up an air conditioner, or to wring moisture from the air if water is scarce. The I used a fire syringe to demonstrate adiabatic heating and used that to discuss the function of a diesel engine and the dieseling problem with gasoline engines.

With class done, I asked Jenn to find Sarah in her office and then ride with her to Pizza Pete's. Then I picked up Connie. Sarah and Jenn were already seated at a rear table when I came through the door, with Connie right behind me. The girls didn't see me because Sarah had left my preferred seat facing the door open for me. Jenn sat inboard of Sarah. I stopped at the table corner, half turned towards Sarah & Jennifer, allowing Constance to take the extra step to stand beside me, next to the empty bench of the booth.

"Sarah Moran, Jennifer Rodriguez, I'd like you to meet Constance Worthington. Constance this is Sarah and Jennifer" I said, indicating each individually. I expected the three ladies to exchange handshakes before Connie and I sat down. Instead, Sarah vaulted up and gave Connie a big hug, Jenn following after her. I looked at Constance with a wry smile "So, we're a hugging family." She laughed, gave me a hug, then took her seat by the wall.

A waiter came by and took our order. Sausage and mushrooms so the girls could get their fungus love, and a supreme no mushroom so I could get all the good toppings and no nasty nausea inducing shrooms.

"Damn girl," Sarah said, "did you eat miracle-gro in your teens?"

Connie snorted and shook her head like she'd heard that one before. "Just genetics. Both sides of the family have large breasts."

"Those aren't large girl, they're huge."

"Half my aunts are bigger than this."

"Damn. Your uncles must be happy men." All three girls laughed at Jennifer's contribution.

"No seriously, my younger brother is just now getting serious into liking girls,=. He's really disappointed that most women don't have boobs this big. Growing up, we thought - um, well -"

"That b-cups were for young teen girls?" Sarah finished wryly.

"Sorry" said Connie.

"Don't be. I'm not mad. A little jealous, but I can get over that." Sarah paused for a minute. "Kev, have you added Connie to the family chat?"

"Not yet, I wanted to introduce her first."

"Well, how 'bout now?" I chuckled, and added her number from my contacts to the family chat. As I did so, Connie was calling off her number to Sarah as she typed it in. Then Sarah sent a test message that Connie got, but I didn't, confirming the existence of a ladies only chat. I raised one eyebrow. Connie showed me her phone, but covered the actual messages letting me see the chat title - The A-Team. I laughed "well, it's not wrong."

Pizza arrived, and we ate and shared details of our lives. Sarah and Jenn shared things that hadn't come out yet. I probably did too.

"This is good pizza" said Connie, "I'm just glad no one asked for a Hawaiian. Who the hell eats pineapple on pizza?"

Jenn hadn't known me long enough, but Sarah had a very amused look on her face. I dropped my head a bit, gave Connie a fake scowl and squinted my eyes playfully. "Out. Be gone heathen. Thou has spoken deep evils against the lovely pizza." All the ladies laughed.

Connie faked pulling her hands to her face in shock. " Oh no, how could I have bound myself to a pineapple loving apostate?"

"Girl," Sarah piped in "you're going to appreciate his love of pineapple." Now all the girls cackled.

"Okay, yeah, I've never done that before. Does pineapple really help?"

"It makes it a bit sweeter."

"Hmm, okay. I might be able to be okay with that."

"Nope, for you, I eat asparagus first." Connie made a fake pouty face. "Seriosuly though, we need to wind this down and get back to afternoon duties. Jenn, Connie, do you have afternoon classes?"

"Cancelled" said Jenn.

"My Comp professor moved it online."

"Great. Jenn, how bout you go with Connie to her place and help her pack. Then you can show her the way to the house. Sarah and I will follow when we finish up in our offices."

"Wait, doesn't she have to stay with you?"

"That's only for slaves, or women who haven't consummated the relationship."

Jenn and Sarah looked at each other amusedly.

"Locked that shit down quick, did ya girl?" Constance blushed.

"I can report something positive came of you two backing out of the run this morning." Sarah rolled her eyes at my coment.

"So you finished the run together and did it in the shower? Or after the shower?"

"Actually it was before the shower. Well, we did feel each other up a bit in the shower." Connie informed them.

"When you're all sweaty? Ugh." Sarah said.

"Sounds kinda hot" said Jenn.

"Very hot" Sarah added, with an eyeroll. She did not mean sexy. Jenn clearly did.

"You'll have to excuse Sarah ladies, she's allergic to sweat as well as sun."

"Wait, no sun? Can you see yourself in a mirror? How did you manage to eat the pizza, I know I tasted garlic in there."

Sarah glared at Jenn. "I was beginning to like you." Her scowl was playful.

"Alright girls, that's enough of the 'gingers are vampires' bit."

"Don't you mean bite?" Connie added. Jenn and Connie giggled.

I looked to Sarah, "Give 'em an afternoon together to get it out of their system." Jenn & Connie left in Connie's car to get her moved. Sarah headed back to her office. I paid the bill and headed back to mine.

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Some 'normal' things had to go on. I still had papers to grade. Yes, some students were still in class. They or their parents realized the knowledge they accrued or thinking processes they developed in the next few remaining months might benefit their survival in the years to come.

Ok, not exactly papers - it is the 21^st century after all. I was sifting through assignments in Blackboard. Essays submitted for my astronomy class. As I'm looking through the fifth iteration (this semester, with three more similar essays in the stack) of why a Mars colony is the next good idea, I notice a shape cross my window and stand in my doorway.

"Mr Ansen?"

I mean, my name is on the door. But then again, it is bright in the lobby area & I keep my lights low in my office. For all she knows, I could be the IT guy, or someone crashing in my office, hoping some lady comes by too desperate to check identity first.

She was quite lovely. Not glamourous, but distinctly alluring. Her chestnut hair shimmered in the exterior light, her ponytail bouncing with the slightest motion of her head. Her hair pulled straight back from her face and gathered at the back. A slight upturn in the wrap sent her hair briefly upward before submitting to gravity's pull and falling thickly past her shoulders, broadening until mid-shoulder blade, then tapering to a point that reached very nearly to the small of her back. At 5'10" she was no short stack. Oh, she was wearing heels. At least two, maybe three-inch heels. That would explain the delicateness in her stance, the small, tight curvature of her rear, and the distinct crease between legs and buttocks. She's probably used to short heels, but this height is new to her.